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Sunday, December 29, 2013

Via Flickr:Situated between the Wagon Wheel Saloon and the We Pull Em Dentist office, is the Pioneertown Bank.

Some buddies of mine and I decided to rob the place. So they planned the whole thing out, put me on horseback and sent me on my way. Upon returning, they asked how much loot I was able to pinch. I just smiled with my clean pearly whites, hiccuped and fell to the floor face down. Nurt a dimfe. HICCUP

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Via Flickr:From old trunks to broken wagon wheels, it's the details of Pioneertown, California that make it really cool.

PS. You can not lock your other half in the trunk, the man with the dog named Guess told me I had to let him out. And yes, I tried to guess what the dogs name was for 10 minutes before I caught on that the actual name of the dog WAS Guess

Via Flickr:I have a full proof plan on getting ALL of Santa's Toys this year. As he squeezes his big butt out of my fireplace, I'm gonna turn on all the Christmas lights and have my three Cats do the Can-Can dance (it's the only dance they know besides the Chicken Dance). Then all I have to do is sneak up to the roof wearing my sexy Reindeer outfit to distract those giant flying rats that pull his sleigh and grab Santa's toy sack.

forOur Daily Challenge: Glass

Update:It didn't work. Santa crashed down the chimney and rolled across my floor sending soot everywhere. As the Christmas Lights lit up, the first cat kept sleeping, the second decided to lick himself and the third one just sat there farting the whole time. Santa wouldn't even look at them. To make matters worse, I got molested by eight tiny reindeer and then they chucked me off the roof.

Friday, December 20, 2013

Via Flickr:First off, I found it that way. I swear I didn't do it. Totally innocent this time. No, for real, it wasn't me. We decided to check out this place called Pioneer Town and I found it there, just staring at me. Stop looking at me that way, I said I'm innocent.

View with your shades on and a fur coat.

and STOP asking if I ever heard the story about The Boy Who Cried Wolf, dag nab-bit, I didn't do it this time!

forOur Daily Challenge: Your Weather

---------------------------------We had rain yesterday and some amazing cloud formations all week. I wake up and see the challenge today and I have nothing but BLUE sky. I happened to come across this guy in a place called Pioneer Town and I'll tell you all about with some of my other shots when I get them up. It was SO COOL!

Via Flickr:The Island Of Misfit Toys office had their annual Christmas party and as usual, the spiked eggnog flowed like Niagara Falls. Luckily I got this shot off right before Misfit Doll started dancing on the table and Hermey started singing "I'm Too Sexy" by Right Said Fred.

View sloshed (please don't view sloshed then send me an email complaining about the mess you made viewing my shot. Also, if you are passed out and drooling, that's slightly too sloshed)

Via Flickr:The Island Of Misfit Toys office had their annual Christmas party and as usual, the spiked eggnog flowed like Niagara Falls. Luckily I got this shot off right before Misfit Doll started dancing on the table and Hermey started singing "I'm Too Sexy" by Right Said Fred.

View sloshed (please don't view sloshed then send me an email complaining about the mess you made viewing my shot. Also, if you are passed out and drooling, that's slightly too sloshed)

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Via Flickr:You can say there's no such thing as Santa, but as for me and Grandma we believe.

Fine, you caught me. I blackmailed Santa Claus into running the old broad over. I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus and threatened to tell Mrs Claus if he didn't do it. Don't judge me, the old crazy lady comes over every Christmas Eve with fifty pounds of lipstick on and kisses me on the cheek leaving about twenty-five pounds of it on my face. Do you know how hard it is to get twenty-five pounds of hooker red lipstick off your face? Then, when we sit down for Christmas dinner, the wrinkled old woman farts through the entire meal totally ignoring the fact she is Napalming the entire room. But the Coup De Grace is as we sit around the Christmas Tree drinking Eggnog, Grandpa will lean over and whisper loudly (the battery in his hearing aid has been dead for years) something naughty which causes Grandma to burst out in a cackle sending her teeth flying across the room and into my Eggnog which she fishes out with the hand she just scratched her butt with. So yeah, I made Santa run Grandma over with a Reindeer, what of it!

PSI originally had Frosty The Snowman taking out Grandma but I had the heat up to 85 degrees (Luc, That's about 500 Celsius) and he never made it out the door. All was still good until Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer drank him

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Via Flickr:The Group Our Daily Challenge 2 has brought to me more Joy than I could have asked for over the years. Now that it has merged with the original group, I know it will bring me even more for many years to come.

PS. Don't expect sappy stuff all the time. I'm going back to cranky and dorky tomorrow.

Via Flickr: When I was a child, every Christmas morning my two younger sisters and I would wake up in the middle of the night. It was the same every year. I would wake up and tip toe to my bedroom door to peek out, then make a quick u-turn in to my sisters' room. They would be awake already, both sitting on one or the others bed, giggling quietly to themselves. I would speed across the room and leap onto the bed bouncing them both to the ground. We would sit there quietly laughing, asking each for the millionth time, "Do you think they're up yet?" Eventually our minds would wonder to what lay down the hall and to the left, under the huge Christmas tree that we knew was lit so Santa could find it easily. It was now 2:00 am

As we softly guessed about the great gifts Santa might have brought, my middle sister's eyes would grow wide, not with wonder, but with the realization she was about to be sick. She'd jump off the bed, one hand holding her nightgown above her knees so she could run and the other hand slapped tightly across her mouth, she'd fly off to the bathroom with her robe flapping in the wind behind her. My youngest sister and I, abandoned on the bed, would look at each other first in shock, then in realization. IT'S CHRISTMAS! It was now 2:30am

Our parents, having gone through this ritual for years, dragged themselves out of bed at hearing the commotion. Mom went to the bathroom to calm my middle sister down and Dad went to the bedroom where my other sister and I were dancing on the bed caroling, IT'S CHRISTMAS! They'd calm the three of us down and tuck us back in to bed with promises that Christmas would soon be here. It was now 3:00 am.

It wasn't long before I was back up and around the corner to my sisters' room again where we quietly giggled and asked each other, "Do you think they're up yet?" for the billionth time. Our parents hearing the commotion and looking more like zombies then elves would drag themselves out of bed, come in to the room and announce that yes, Santa had been here. We would run out and sit in our perspective spots by the tree and its mounds of gifts while mom and dad would find spots in the back to sit and watch. It was now 4:00 am.

With the gift giving done and a good breakfast ate, the three of us would sit in the middle of the carnage of wrapping paper, ribbons and toys we created and start a day long play fest while Mom laid on the couch snoring and Dad slept on the recliner with his head tilted back and a little stream of drool sneaking out of the corner of his mouth. It was 6:00 am.

For a long time, I had forgotten about those wonderful if not weird Christmas mornings until one year I was reminded of them in a not so subtle way.

It was Christmas Eve and we were tired from visiting all the relatives from both sides of the family all day. We arrived home weary and ready for bed. I turned on the lights to the Christmas tree so Santa could find it easily in the dark, then headed for bed.

I was awakened by the sound of rustling coming from the living room, a quiet, hushed rustling but enough to wake me. I began to toss and turn. A muffled sound escaped the pillow next to me, "what's the matter?" I replied with my suspicions that the cats are playing among the gifts under the tree and I'm told not to worry about it and go back to sleep. It's now 2:00 am.

I'm again awakened a short time later by a hacking sound. I roll out of bed and grab my robe. The pillow next to me mumbles again, "What's wrong now?" I replied with my suspicions of a cat having a hairball under the Christmas tree. I stumble into the living room and find the hacking cat. I calm him down and drag him and his brother to the foot of the bed and lay them down. It's now 2:30 am.

A half hour later, I feel the cats restless at the end of the bed. I hear them jump down to the floor, knowing there headed back out to the tree. Tiny rustling keeps me up, I toss and turn. It's now 3:00 am.

Finally, without warning, all sounds cease. I relax and begin the search for the slumber I long for.

CHOO-CHOO!!!

We both fly out of the bed holding are chest as the extremely loud train sound came crashing in from the living room. Somehow, the cats found the tiny little "on" button to the train that encircled the tree. I threw down the covers I dragged with me when I jumped up in my terror, put on my robe, and exclaimed, "Get up, It's Christmas dammit!" It's now 4:00 am.

We dragged ourselves out to the living room looking more like zombies than elves and found the cats sitting in front of the tree watching the train go around in circles.

We opened our presents and the cats played in the carnage of wrapping paper and empty boxes while we ate our breakfast of frozen waffles. As I sat myself down in the armchair I heard a muffled sound come from the couch, "I'm beat" followed soon by the sound of rolling thunder. It was the last thing I heard as I felt my eye lids become heavy and shut and a little drool slide from the corner of my mouth. It was 6:00 am.

Via Flickr: When I was a child, every Christmas morning my two younger sisters and I would wake up in the middle of the night. It was the same every year. I would wake up and tip toe to my bedroom door to peek out, then make a quick u-turn in to my sisters' room. They would be awake already, both sitting on one or the others bed, giggling quietly to themselves. I would speed across the room and leap onto the bed bouncing them both to the ground. We would sit there quietly laughing, asking each for the millionth time, "Do you think they're up yet?" Eventually our minds would wonder to what lay down the hall and to the left, under the huge Christmas tree that we knew was lit so Santa could find it easily. It was now 2:00 am

As we softly guessed about the great gifts Santa might have brought, my middle sister's eyes would grow wide, not with wonder, but with the realization she was about to be sick. She'd jump off the bed, one hand holding her nightgown above her knees so she could run and the other hand slapped tightly across her mouth, she'd fly off to the bathroom with her robe flapping in the wind behind her. My youngest sister and I, abandoned on the bed, would look at each other first in shock, then in realization. IT'S CHRISTMAS! It was now 2:30am

Our parents, having gone through this ritual for years, dragged themselves out of bed at hearing the commotion. Mom went to the bathroom to calm my middle sister down and Dad went to the bedroom where my other sister and I were dancing on the bed caroling, IT'S CHRISTMAS! They'd calm the three of us down and tuck us back in to bed with promises that Christmas would soon be here. It was now 3:00 am.

It wasn't long before I was back up and around the corner to my sisters' room again where we quietly giggled and asked each other, "Do you think they're up yet?" for the billionth time. Our parents hearing the commotion and looking more like zombies then elves would drag themselves out of bed, come in to the room and announce that yes, Santa had been here. We would run out and sit in our perspective spots by the tree and its mounds of gifts while mom and dad would find spots in the back to sit and watch. It was now 4:00 am.

With the gift giving done and a good breakfast ate, the three of us would sit in the middle of the carnage of wrapping paper, ribbons and toys we created and start a day long play fest while Mom laid on the couch snoring and Dad slept on the recliner with his head tilted back and a little stream of drool sneaking out of the corner of his mouth. It was 6:00 am.

For a long time, I had forgotten about those wonderful if not weird Christmas mornings until one year I was reminded of them in a not so subtle way.

It was Christmas Eve and we were tired from visiting all the relatives from both sides of the family all day. We arrived home weary and ready for bed. I turned on the lights to the Christmas tree so Santa could find it easily in the dark, then headed for bed.

I was awakened by the sound of rustling coming from the living room, a quiet, hushed rustling but enough to wake me. I began to toss and turn. A muffled sound escaped the pillow next to me, "what's the matter?" I replied with my suspicions that the cats are playing among the gifts under the tree and I'm told not to worry about it and go back to sleep. It's now 2:00 am.

I'm again awakened a short time later by a hacking sound. I roll out of bed and grab my robe. The pillow next to me mumbles again, "What's wrong now?" I replied with my suspicions of a cat having a hairball under the Christmas tree. I stumble into the living room and find the hacking cat. I calm him down and drag him and his brother to the foot of the bed and lay them down. It's now 2:30 am.

A half hour later, I feel the cats restless at the end of the bed. I hear them jump down to the floor, knowing there headed back out to the tree. Tiny rustling keeps me up, I toss and turn. It's now 3:00 am.

Finally, without warning, all sounds cease. I relax and begin the search for the slumber I long for.

CHOO-CHOO!!!

We both fly out of the bed holding are chest as the extremely loud train sound came crashing in from the living room. Somehow, the cats found the tiny little "on" button to the train that encircled the tree. I threw down the covers I dragged with me when I jumped up in my terror, put on my robe, and exclaimed, "Get up, It's Christmas dammit!" It's now 4:00 am.

We dragged ourselves out to the living room looking more like zombies than elves and found the cats sitting in front of the tree watching the train go around in circles.

We opened our presents and the cats played in the carnage of wrapping paper and empty boxes while we ate our breakfast of frozen waffles. As I sat myself down in the armchair I heard a muffled sound come from the couch, "I'm beat" followed soon by the sound of rolling thunder. It was the last thing I heard as I felt my eye lids become heavy and shut and a little drool slide from the corner of my mouth. It was 6:00 am.

Friday, December 13, 2013

Via Flickr:Santa's head has gotten so big, his hat keeps springing off. He has to stop the sleigh every five minutes to go back and retrieve it. At this rate, he'll never make it to my house in time for Christmas. Don't worry Santa, I'll save Christmas! Someone go get me some nails and a hammer, we have a hat to secure!

View while securing Santa Claus' Hat so he can make it to your house in time

forOur Daily Challenge: Large And Red (apparently Rudolph's Nose burnt out and I already photographed Santa's Big Butt so this is what I had to go with)

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